IN THE MIDST OF YOU

With all of its perfect imperfections. Imperfections that allow light to come in. That space in between me and you just got smaller, tighter, it just got better. I can now reach you to touch you. I can feel your lumps and bumps; I can see your scars. I can feel your ribs as my hands pass over your skin. The outside of you has been hurt but your heart is whole. I can see your heart in between your ribs, in the midst of you. Where did you come from? Who put together these lines in such a way? In such a way that speaks of strength and safety, beauty and grace; and yet, there are openings. Are these openings large enough for me? What is it that I can’t see?

I am ok left with a wondering heart, I want to live a life that is full, and die wanting more!